The only black cars I see in Maine are the unmarked Staties.

Cool, but...

Cyber-Robo-Optimus? Goddamnit...what an infuriating man-child. I can picture him playing with his vintage transformers on his desk and Colonel Sanders barges in.

This is what his expression makes me see in my mind.

I would very happily take all of those chairs, the transformers, the aluminum extrusions, and a few of the height adjustable desks.  I won’t even charge them.

Nah.

Irish that dislike the English? So these kids were obviously NOT Protestant Loyalists.

I’d argue that the 348 is like a shit sandwich made with really tasty bread.

Despite floating freely in space these suits will probably find a way of crashing their wearers into walls, pinning them under 18-wheelers, backing them into ponds, or stranding them in place during an over-the-air update.

348s have just a few too many little niggly things about them. Aesthetically, and mechanically.

Hyundai’s marketing department could just say:

AMC Eagle wagon all the f-in’ way, man. Whooooo!

Yeah, I hear ya, but of all the many examples of reductivism (especially in the automotive world) this is definitely one of the least offensive. Cadillac and Buick, for instance, are fucking terrible. Peugeot’s revised lion is also shite.

There’s a lot of minutia that can go into a car review. Compared to some other reviewers, Brownlee’s reviews feel like very good quality summaries. They’re definitely not be-all-end-all, final word sorts of affairs.

That is exactly how a person would walk...after waking up in a stranger’s bathtub, at 3:00 pm on a Sunday afternoon, still very slightly drunk, with your pants on backwards, a head full of jackhammers, a pocket full of receipts, and a phone full of compromising photos you did NOT take.